hot dog boy in a few years I'll be a hot dog hero.

I feel like I'm waiting at the gallows to be hung as like a baseline every day anxiety level.

We buried you with a hydrangea. You deserved that much.

It feels like a part of your heart got ripped out doesn't it? But you can't act like it did forever, you've just gotta pretend everything's okay, but I can't, and I don't know why I'm being expected to.

I don't know how to go on without you but I have no other choice.

I will never stop looking for you in the sunbeams and tall grass. You will always have a place under the tree. And I will carry your memory with me until the day I die.

I've never been in so much emotional pain that it literally feels like someone is pulling my heart from my chest before this kinda sucks shit